A Marriage Made in Italy. Rebecca Winters

      A brooding Italian...

      With a dark family history, single dad Leon Malatesta is determined to keep his baby daughter out of the headlines. And so, when a striking woman starts asking questions around the sun-kissed town of Rimini, Leon’s protective instinct goes into overdrive.

      ...and a mysterious beauty!

      Only, Belle Peterson turns out to be the long-lost daughter of his stepmother! Her innocence touches Leon’s locked-away heart in a way he never believed possible after losing his wife. Now Belle brings the possibility of a new future for them all...if only he can convince her he wants to marry her for love, not just to give them all the family they want so much....

      Leon wanted her to be his baby’s mother.

      That had to mean something, didn’t it?

      He was the most marvelous man. To think he trusted her with his prized possession!

      Even if she was a virgin who’d had no experience with men she could do the mothering part right. Maybe their marriage would help heal the wound between Leon and his family.

      Marriage to Leon would ensure a close relationship with Belle’s mother for the rest of their lives.

      But what if Leon met another woman and fell in love?

      She knew the answer to that. It would kill her. But would their marriage be so different from the many marriages where one of the partners strayed? It was a fact of life that millions of married men and women had affairs. There were no guarantees.

      By the time morning came she’d gone back and forth so many times she was physically and emotionally exhausted. But one thing stood out above all else. The thought of going back to her life in New York sounded like living death…

      Dear Reader,

      About a year ago I was watching a documentary about adoption. It followed the lives of two different women who’d been adopted and wanted to meet their birth mother. In both cases the reunions brought joy to begin with. The birth mothers now knew what had happened to the baby they’d had to give up. The birth children now had answers about their origins and the family they came from. This documentary picked up on their lives five years later. In the first case, both parties had kept up a relationship. In the second case, neither party continued to stay in contact. The documentary discussed the reasons why and why not.

      I found it so fascinating that the idea for a story began to grow in my mind and became A Marriage Made in Italy. In this love story I have incorporated some of the things I learned in the documentary about the expectations of the adopted child in relation to the adoptive parent, as well as to the birth parent, with all their attendant intricacies.

      Enjoy!

      Rebecca Winters

      A Marriage Made in Italy

      Rebecca Winters

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      REBECCA WINTERS, whose family of four children has now swelled to include five beautiful grandchildren, lives in Salt Lake City, Utah, in the land of the Rocky Mountains. With canyons and high alpine meadows full of wildflowers, she never runs out of places to explore. They, plus her favourite vacation spots in Europe, often end up as backgrounds for her romance novels, because writing is her passion, along with her family and church.

      Rebecca loves to hear from readers. If you wish to e-mail her, please visit her website: www.cleanromances.com.

      Contents

       CHAPTER ONE

       CHAPTER TWO

       CHAPTER THREE

       CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       EXCERPT

      CHAPTER ONE

      BELLE PETERSON LEFT the cell phone store she managed, and took a bus to the law office of Mr. Earl Harmon in downtown Newburgh, New York. The secretary showed her into the conference room. She discovered her thirty-year-old, divorced sibling, Cliff, had already arrived and was sitting at the oval table with a mulish look on his face, daring her to speak to him. She hadn’t seen him since their parents’ funeral six months ago.

      On the outside he was blond and quite good-looking, but his facade hid a troubled soul. He’d been angry enough after his wife had left him, but the deaths of their parents in a fatal car crash meant he was now on his own. Today Belle felt Cliff’s antipathy more strongly than usual and chose a seat around the other side of the table without saying a word.

      Now twenty-four and single, she had been adopted fourteen years ago. The children at the Newburgh Church Orphanage had liked her, as had the sisters. But out in the real world, Belle felt she was unlovable, and worked hard at her job to gain the respect of her peers. Her greatest pain was never to know the mother who’d given birth to her. To have no identity was an agony she’d had to live with every day of her life.

      The sisters who ran the orphanage had told Belle that Mrs. Peterson had been able to have only one child. She’d finally prevailed on her husband to adopt the brunette girl, Belle, who had no last name. This was Belle’s chance to have a mother, but no bonding ever took place. From the day she’d been taken home, Cliff had been cruel to her, making her life close to unbearable at times.

      “Good morning.”

      Belle was so deep in thought over the past, she didn’t realize Mr. Harmon had come into the room. She shook his hand.

      “I’m glad you two could arrange to meet here at the same time. I have some bad news and some good. Let’s start with the bad first.”

      The familiar scowl on Cliff’s face spoke volumes.

      “As you know, there was no insurance, therefore the home you grew up in was sold to pay off the multitude of debts. The good news is you’ve each been given fifteen hundred dollars from the auction of the furnishings. I have checks for you.” He passed them out.

      Cliff shot to his feet. “That’s it?” Belle heard panic beneath his anger. She knew he’d been waiting to come into some money, if only to make up delinquent alimony payments. She hadn’t expected anything herself and rejoiced to receive this check, which she clutched in her hand before putting it in her purse.

      “I’m sorry, Mr. Peterson, but everything went to pay off your father’s debts and cover the burial costs. Please accept my sincere sympathy at the passing of your parents. I wish both of you the very best.”

      “Thank you, Mr. Harmon,” Belle said, when Cliff continued to remain silent.

      “If you ever need my help, feel free to call.” The attorney smiled at her and left the room. The second he was gone, an explosion of venom escaped Cliff’s lips. He shot her a furious glance.

      “It’s